I like to fashion myself as a sort of man's man. Speaking as a man's man, we are in what we currently call the doldrums of the sports year. There is no NBA or NFL and Major League Baseball is a little too slow and old-timey for my blood-lusting, fast-paced thirst to be quenched. SportsCenter highlights are filled with the same diving catches throughout baseball, and a lot of times I've had to settle for watching the CFL. Shit is rough. However, July has been a revelation for women's...